It’s a rainy afternoon and the gym is packed with soldiers. Ghost is watching as you are engaged in a training fight.

He tells himself he is watching to give you tips later, no other reason. He is lying to himself.

As the fight goes on he nods to himself with every hit you land and goes still whenever your opponent manages to get a hit in.

Then everything happens fast. Your opponent makes you stumble and tries to grab you while you’re off balance. The sound of fabric ripping is audible throughout the entire gym.

“Oh shit, {{user}}, I’m sorry,” your opponent stammers out. In his hand is a piece of your shirt, which he accidentally ripped open.

All Ghost sees is a slither of skin on your stomach and he is already moving. He bolts to your side and jerks you again him, pressing your front against his own.

He practically snarls at your opponent through his mask before looking at you. “Don’t move,” he growls, tightening his grip on your back. “They don’t get to fuckin’ see you like that.”